An ongoing saga of self-absorption and paranoia (which beats the heck out of the Real World.)

Sunday, March 13, 2011

NOBLE INTENTIONS, OR.....?(begun Saturday 12th March at 5.35am...)

I intend to hopefully, become a thorn in your side.... Does the mere idea have you shrieking with mirth?
I've been meaning to ask you about the stunning new Islamic Hospital that's planned for the 'heart of Sherwood'.. *looks at the Head of the IMA...
I can't fault your noble intentions, but I'm keen to know whether you plan on embellishing your new hospital with the same shocking amount of masts, aerials and dishes that now festoon the top of Entabeni, and doubtless Parklands...?

With the detrimental effect on humans being confirmed on a regular basis, what is to be your stance on the issue? That an innocent patient may enter your facility to have his/her appendix removed, and quite possibly leave with a cancer woken deep inside their body? *interested....
The luck of the draw, you say? May I suggest that you choose your site with care? For, were I to see the foundations begin to go up ludicrously close to an existing cellmast or mini base-station, I shan't hesitate to question your true motives... *coughs..
I would remind you that you have the power at this point, to insist on International Standards being met, and if that were to include the removal of an existing cellmast, so be it....
If, OTOH, this wonderful venture is ultimately embarked on, with callous disregard for the staff and patients, I shall chirp freely as to whether the whole thing is merely a cosmetic stunt, designed to impress your fellow Muslims...
While every hospital requires a certain amount of technology to run the fantastic life-saving machines available today, they do not need to be sited within an unacceptable distance of cellmasts and pylons.....
The same applies to Mr. Dawood and the Roseann.cc. His proposed three blocks over by Hugo Road will expose any future tenants to unimaginable levels of EMR and I guess that by now, he's aware of this... *shrugs..

The greedy Town Clerk has cunningly re-valued our tiny home at a whopping R699ks (IIRC). This, for a property we bought for R21ks back in 1972/3...Am I not thrilled at the prospect of a huge payout, when we're finally forced to relocate to Shady Pines? Hell, no... By that time word will have spread, and we'll be lucky to give it away...
Why do you think Missus C's tentative efforts to put their Chickencoop on the market, failed? Sure, they had a few interested buyers, but no-one was prepared to cough up a million for a home smack in the middle of a dense field of EMR, no matter how beautifully appointed it is...*yawns...

LATER at 7.35am

So, what's it to be Mikey? *studies the smug Town Clerk.... Follow the tried and tested route of ignore, ignore, ignore? If I've roped in just one more curious Reader as a result of the www.durbanite.co.za site, I'm forever in Leon's debt.... If I can get just one single person to question the real reason behind the WUGs, LANs, and fibre connections, I guess my pain will have been worth it... *shrugs...

I went up the top a little earlier and found her sweeping her driveway.. She looks frailer each time I see her.. I whistled and gave her a thumbs up, and I wondered if she knows that I'm aware of the small tragedies she endures... Similar catastrophies to those of Sue the Book, her old lady, and Bernie's family.. *sighs...
You wonder that I take such delight in the small things.... The wide diversity of birds and butterflies, and the occasional visit by the beleagured (sp) vervets? Little things that I'm privileged to enjoy for the moment, while it appears that so many nearby, are in dire straits...

LATER at 11.55am...

Today, His Fowlness has gone off leaving the furthest gate arm hooked up to the motor, and the one nearest us unhooked... The result? Except for the occasional pocket of BF that's bearable, the shriek in my ears pretty much overrides everything else... I'd gone outside to move the sprinkler an hour ago, and the pressure suddenly increased in my ears fiercely.. And no, yawning and swallowing didn't get rid of it...

I look across at the Mothership towering over everything else down there next to Kasim's and I think - BAZOOKA! This latest twinge in my spine could be the result of any number of culprits, all of which are manipulated by this travesty of a Controller next door...
I guess it's the time and effort taken to handpaint the Mothership's support pole such a brilliant white, that's the clue.... Simply because her lamps haven't been visibly activated for well over a month, doesn't mean she's asleep, by a long shot...
Her midget twin sits on the roof of the St. Theresa's toddler's dormitories HERE, and I'm betting she's also got DLOS to the Microwave Boffin's twinkling creation in Overport....
In fact, the Mothership is an all-round stunner/direction finder, even if I do have the sudden urge to fell her to the ground, in an attempt to ease the pain I 'currently' endure... *winks...

LATER at 9.20pm

Sjoe! As storms go, that was hectic! Lovely rain, though I spent most of the light and sound show catching up on some old friends... Remember Dave Matthews and The Space Between? Sarah Maclachlan and Sade? Alas, the would-be Special Agent next door thought to enjoy himself under cover of all the thunder and lightning, by cranking up the old BackFire to ridiculous levels... *snorts...
He's becoming more nauseatingly boring by the day poor chap, and I see that at some point he lost the plot and took it out on his gates... They're now missing a strut, and looking like they couldn't even keep a sheep from getting in or out of the property...
Another little insurance scam coming up Balliram? *teeth...

*As I scribble here, he chirrups his remote.. Have you ever noticed how often I write that, and has it never crossed your mind to wonder at his timing?*

I went down the side path between our two houses earlier this evening and yes, dotted about our wall there is a vast amount of ghekko poo, clustered just under this window where I sit to write... It's a fairly recent phenomenon (2/3 months?) and I've no explanation for this odd formation... Their poo would always mark both windowsills and often streak down the wall, but this is frankly, freaky... *puzzled... What could be so attractive just there, that they now leave a polka-dot arrangement of their poo in the same area night after night? Anything to do with the now re-activated signal enhancer some twenty feet away, or is it the fancy new aircon units that brings them to dump so excessively in such a tight area?

Sunday 13th March at 3.55am...

Lordie, how many other 3.55am's have we met here over the years, and how many readers have stuck it out, as I continue to bleat aimlessly into the wind ..?

In the Tribune News Section March 6th, Page 3, readers were informed that Schabir Shaik would appear before the Parole Board within the next two weeks...
Anyone subsequently notice the tiny insert in the Mercury, March 10th, Page 4? Blink and you'll miss it...
Apparently all it took was four days for the decision to be made that the Whisperer won't be answering to the Parole Board for klapping the little journo, after all, and there's still no word from Sydenham Station on the investigation into the matter... That is, unless Dodge City have somehow managed to pass the whole mess onto someone else? *mildly interested....
Has the young lady been persuaded to drop the charges, and is she aware that she's now and forever a member of the Pariah Club, whatever she chooses to do?

How long ago did I tell you that the Libyan Crazy had been charmed into throwing buckets of cash at our stupendous Project? Looks like I was right about that one as well, and as a result, we're to remain good buddies with that turbanned tyrant.. *snorts...
Not yet a dedicated follower of the Project's progress? You're crazy not to pay attention as, if it ain't in your neighbourhood yet, it soon will be... *grins...

*It's now 5.30am, and Mistuh Grumpy next door is cranking up the BackFire in his usual insecure effort to remind me who's in charge, poor sod.. And yes - I've just checked, and BOTH gate arms are still hooked up and active...*

Yeah - so check out yesterday's Independent on Saturday www.tios.co.za Page 2, to see how Allen Spence and his Team are doing, as they continue to wend their destructive path across the city... *winks.. Cable theft se GAT!!!!!

Gray Park Road? Wentworth? Watsonia? You want to know which area the GW chose to cruise around last Thursday? *hysterical... Would you believe that we spent a great deal of time in Gray's Inn Road on the Bluff and at Anstey's Beach, and most certainly drove down Wentworth Road as well...? (I'd suggest there may have been a deliberate effort to muddy the waters, as there is no Gray Park Road to be found in our most recent book of maps, while Watsonia is shown to be further north towards Tongaat) The article doesn't mention which day of the week all the damage occurred, but would it surprise you if it were indeed on the same day these two oldies were enjoying the sea views from that area?
Was it just a serendipitous moment that had us there to witness a pine tree being cut down, and to photograph another pine HERE clearly deader than a dodo, as it stands next to THIS cellmast on Gray's Inn Road?
Ms. Dorny implied there is a push to remove all dead or stunted trees nearby cellmasts, as they are visible proof of unacceptable levels of EMR, and of course, she's right again....

Deena Govender insists that the City isn't responsible for damages incurred as a result of power surges caused by cable theft.. Brilliant! *heaves... And our toothy little City Manager dares to bristle with rage at being labelled corrupt? Bah!
Here's a thought.. Hunt down a retired Electrical Engineer who HASN'T been dazzled by the lies surrounding the Project, and elect him as a cable-theft ombudsman.. At the first hint of surges in an area, he is to head out and demand to see the exact point at which it will be alleged that cables were 'stolen'...

Can you imagine the panic in Mr. Spence's camp were this to be done? *falls over laughing.. He would for starters, have to upgrade the Mthiyane Contractor's battered trucks, to a fleet of lorries, in order to genuinely carry off all the cables they've deliberately cut on Mistuh Spence's orders...
Come Mr. Sutcliffe - Do you really think there's any point in denying your involvement in this corruption?